When I was younger I used to write in journals pretty frequently. I also used to write poems, and even songs, but those are (embarrassing) stories for another day.
In 8th grade a friend gave me a really beautiful journal.
It is still empty to this day.
I felt like it was so special and pretty that I needed to wait until I had something really, really important to write about in order to start using it.
That is kind of how I feel right now.
I have been neglecting this blog lately. It has been an intense month and many things have fallen by the wayside, unfortunately. But I want to start writing on here again. …if anyone is still here reading?
Well, until some other readers come back eventually: Mom, this one’s for you. I am hoping you are at least still reading.
In any event, since I haven’t been excellent about posting on here, now I feel like in order to start up again I have to have a really, really special, excellent and hilarious post.
And I can’t seem to think of what that would be…
I haven’t peed in any diapers lately.
Or even peed through the specially designed ‘pee hole’ in my special utilitarian Spanx.
That is a lot of urine.
Perhaps I should lay off the coffee and water.
Or find some other way to be funny.
Maybe even in intentional ways, rather than horrible ‘peexperiences.’
Because I know you aren’t promised readers, you have to urine them.
Yeah, okay. I’ll work on it.